I’ve been coming here since 1951 when I was 12, before it was a sculpture park.  My Uncle (Monty York) was caretaker/engineer/ mini-bus driver when the college first began.  He and his family lived in Dam Head bungalow.  My mother, aunty, myself and two young cousins stayed with them for 3 weeks.  We fished in the lake with a rod and worm, and I imagined it was Jane Austin–type country and this was my country estate!  I loved the Henry Moore and Barbara Hepworth sculptures early on and feel a great affection for the Camellia House (the first time I’d ever seen them, we were told they were sent to Covent Garden market), and the formal garden with its Cedar trees.  I love this place so I am so glad to see it being enjoyed by so many people especially young people.
Kathryn Hey

Bringing a group of 14 year olds on the verge of exclusion from school to see the Totem Pole exhibition.  Next morning 2 of them turned up at school with a telegraph pole so they could carve one.  And they did!
John

After 3 weeks of being homebound due to a broken leg, I cannot tell you the joy of a crisp autumn day spent using an YSP motorized scooter!! Fresh air at last. Thank you so much.
Gary Hague

We moved to West Yorkshire 20 years ago and have been regular visitors of the YSP ever since. We have picnicked, sunbathed, taken photographs, collected autumn leaves and camellia flowers and made sculptures.  We used to like more of the sculptures than we do now, but it is still a wonderful place. One of our earliest visits was to a hands-on session in 1987 - the photo is of our lunch break.  We can't remember what we were making - looks a bit like a porcupine - but I seem to remember we enjoyed it.
Heather, Bethan, Sarah, Chris and Alison Tribe

Patrick - ‘Speed Reading’
Lizzy Lynch

In the beautiful autumn sunshine we created our own shadow sculpture with the help of the molecule man. 23rd Oct 2007.
Wonderful day out.
Thanks
Susan Edwards

My memory of the YSP is inseparable from the attached photograph. I took it at YSP in November 2005. At that time The Guardian's Weekend magazine had a page called "Last Weekend" which consisted of an account of the previous weekend by a well known personality (actor, writer, chef etc) and a picture taken by an ordinary Guardian reader. I sent this picture in and it was published on 3rd December. I was so excited! I'd already been told it might be the picture published that day, so I went to buy the paper early and opened it in the shop to see if it was in. I told my newsagent to explain why I was buying so many copies of the paper. I texted all my friends, which I'm sure they appreciated at 8.30 on a Saturday morning. I went Christmas shopping, which in the spirit of the day was completely successful, and afterwards sat in a coffee shop with the magazine open on the table and a big silly grin on my face. In the afternoon I was meeting a group of friends who, bless them, were kind enough to be excited for me. It was such a good day, if I'm feeling fed up I have a framed copy of the page on my wall to remind me of how that day felt.
Jenny Chittenden